God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao, and Gong Yangqiu were drinking tea in the teahouse. The feeling of drinking tea early in the morning was really comfortable, especially when they had been hungry for a whole night last night. This is even more so.

"What are you going to do with the things in the treasure pavilion?"

"Can't let them keep arguing there forever?!"

Gong Yangqiu now feels that this matter is really a headache and doesn't know how to deal with it.

Tang Miaomiao smiled and said Song Yun's reason just now.

Gong Yangqiu was happy after listening, and Song Yun's words made sense.

"Now there are too many people who want those gold and silver coins. If we come up with a solution, it is simply asking for trouble. The easiest way is of course to let them discuss it clearly, or that sentence, no matter who it is. Buying gold and silver coins is indispensable to our money, and there is no need to have a headache."

"It's not us who is anxious anyway."

As Song Yun said, he put a shrimp dumpling into his mouth. The tea house near the treasure pavilion is very good. As long as he has time, he is willing to come here to solve his breakfast problem.

"There is nothing wrong with this, it must be done like this, otherwise we will have a very headache. No matter what we propose, there will always be people who are dissatisfied. In the end, we may be blamed. Lord, there is absolutely no need to do anything."

Although Gong Yangqiu's status and status are extremely high, but facing a group of people like this, she is also helpless. If the gods fight, then let the gods fight. Don't interfere. This is very good. After letting go of the worry, she feels The refreshments here are getting more delicious.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng walked into the teahouse. They were both old customers here. After asking a question, they found Song Yun's box, opened the door and walked in.

"Okay!"

"I guess you must be here!"

"Sure enough!"

"Nowadays young people really have no conscience. They don't call us old men like us when they run out for breakfast."

As Zhu Deyuan spoke, he unceremoniously pulled a chair and sat down, poured himself tea, took a small sip, and the hot tea entrance was so hot that his brows were stretched, and he couldn't help being satisfied. With a sigh of relief, I looked at the gold and silver coins for a whole night. I was already lacking energy when I was older. Now I took a sip of hot tea at this time, and I was as happy as a god.

Xu Desheng was not even more polite, so he ordered a lot of refreshments. Shrimp dumplings and buns were piled up all over the table, and the wind and the clouds were usually eaten directly. After ten minutes, his movements slowed down.

"What Old Man Zhu said was not wrong, and his criticism was very reasonable. You sneaked out to eat breakfast. This kind of behavior is really unnatural. You must tell us you must call us."

Xu Desheng sipped a sip of tea and was very satisfied. He hadn't eaten for the whole night, and he was really hungry at this time.

"How is the situation in Jumbo Pavilion?!"

Song Yun changed the subject very wisely, and this kind of thing could not be continued.

"What else can I do?"

"A group of old men who don’t need money are arguing there. Everyone wants to buy those gold and silver coins. No one will let them. The end result is that no one can buy them. I think they have to quarrel for three days. There will be results at night."

Zhu Deyuan shook his head. These people are crazy. People who play antiques are crazy. People who don't need money are even more crazy when they play antiques. Two people like this are fine to deal with, but now they are piled at Zhenbao Pavilion. There was a whole room full of it, which was really unbearable.

"For those gold and silver coins, many old friends who have known each other for many years almost turned their faces. You said I shouldn’t take them. I said you shouldn’t. You have to spray your saliva on each other’s faces. You are not there. If you see If you do, you will definitely make your stomach hurt."

Xu Desheng thought of what had happened in the Jumbo Pavilion just now. He couldn't help but gloat. These people are not bad money, and they are all old friends who have known each other for many years, but no one is willing to give in and noisy in front of the antique that everyone likes. Noisy, patted the table and stared at the table, just like to do it directly.

"Humph!"

"These old guys are just mouth shots. There is no problem in fighting each other. It is impossible to fight. They are all old bones. Before the fist hits the other party, you may have to slip and fall. Half dead."

"These old men have money, and they have a lot of money. They know this very well. They don't have to worry about them. They just toss about it. They will naturally come up with a way when they are tired."

Zhu Deyuan knows these rich old men very well, knowing that at most they are just playing tricks, and can't do anything other than that, a typical talented way of doing things.